King Goat Sanguine Path
In one enraptured host, beasts and men collide
Voices sullen, thoughts morose, they soon fall into line
Subdue my mortal anguish
With vapid animals that feed on my decline
Where, now, is the prize, promised in our name?
As far as I can tell, we've paid enough in shame
In tatters and voiceless, like cattle
Wait in line, patiently, for the cull
One more injustice and two more wounds to heal
A legacy of blood that oils tyrannic gears
Wear your shackles lightly
Live in fear of reprisal or pay with your life
Enough is enough
Life is more than toil and duress
Now, for better or worse
With no loved ones to pay for my mistakes
I can focus and make good my escape
If I fail then I will not die in vain
Either way, I'll never follow again
Into the cold. Out of the fold. Under grey skies
I'll run 'til I die
Pursue my tracks. Follow my bleeding feet
A shot rings out
My final moments in verdant fields of green
At least I tried, and died alive
A peaceful smile etched on my face